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  A gentle hush descends, a welcome ease, The frantic rhythm softens to appease. No urgent call, no striving to attain, Just quietude, a soothing, sun-kissed rain. The air hangs still, a golden, hazy hue, Washing the world in calmness, fresh and new. The busy thoughts that clamored in my head, Now drift away, like feathers from a bed. I linger now in moments, soft and slow, Where whispering breezes gently come and go. They brush my skin with coolness, light and mild, And carry scents of blossoms, sweet and wild. The world unfolds, a landscape bathed in light, And shadows dance, embracing day and night. Long shadows stretch as evening starts to creep, While sunlight paints the clouds before I sleep. Released from burdens, worries left behind, A peaceful solace for the heart and mind. The weight I carried, heavy on my soul, Has lifted now, and I feel whole. No need to chase a fleeting, distant dream, Just bask within this tranquil, flowing stream. The river whispers secrets to the sh...

  Tiny fists, so green and small, Held so tight against the wall Of winter's chill, a sleeping hold, Now slowly open, brave and bold. I watch them wake into the light, A welcome, gentle, hopeful sight. Little buds on branches thin, Whispering where spring can begin. A promise soft, a feeling deep, While winter dreams its frosty sleep. A sign of hope before my gaze, As springtime dawns in golden haze. Sunbeams dance, a happy grace, Washing the world, and my own face, With morning dew, so fresh and bright, Awakening colors into light. Each tiny leaf, a vibrant gleam, A little star, a waking dream. It blooms against the fading gray, Chasing winter far away. A melody I almost hear, Life coming back, banishing fear. The budding trees, a joyful sound, As hope is scattered all around. I breathe it in, this fragrant air, Of spring's return, beyond compare. Winter moves, its reign is done, And life awakens with the sun.

  In shadows deep where secrets breed, Behind sealed doors and nameless halls, A coiled and whispered rage takes seed While silence thickens, heavy walls. Beneath the weight of lies and pride, Of wealth piled high on human cost, Defiant eyes begin to rise- A dawn long strangled, nearly lost. The gilded cage of bone and gold, A monument to human shame, Its bars are wealth, its locks are cold, A hollow throne engraved with blame. They gorge on riches, dine on fear, Drunk not on wine but blood and power, They feast while starving worlds draw near And cities rot by hour to hour. With vacant eyes and swollen pride, They watch the masses crawl below, Their laughter rings while conscience dies And pain becomes the status quo. Their crowns are forged of stolen dreams, Their thrones on backs they chose to break, Where silent screams run deep as seams And truths are buried for profit’s sake. A puppet world they jerk and tear, Strings pulled from rooms that light won’t dare, An unseen hand, a...

The days unfold in steady streams, While shadows linger in my dreams, A world unchanged, yet torn inside, Where memories and silence collide. The morning sun still climbs anew, Oblivious to what I’ve lost to The hollow space inside my chest, A quiet ache that won’t find rest. I see the others dance and play, Their laughter bright, their cares away, And wonder if they understand The weight I carry in my hand. A fragment of a love long gone, A whisper that still lingers on, A ghost that walks through every hour, A fragile seed of fading flower. I hold onto what remains- A flicker in the endless rain, A breath, a heartbeat, a prayer- A silent hope that you are there. The world keeps spinning, swift and loud, While I am lost within a cloud, A place where time and memory blend- And love’s shadow stretches without end. Sometimes I catch a fleeting glance, A moment’s breath, a second chance, To feel you near, to hear your voice, In this quiet, aching choice. Yet most days, I drift apart, A ho...

  In the depths of my mind, a ledger resides, A place where numbers sleep, and time gently glides. It's not a book of paper, with lines neat and straight, But a feeling, a knowing, sealed by fate. A mental math machine, where numbers abide, From single digits tiny, to figures far and wide. No calculator needed, no buttons to press, Just a hum in my head, a silent finesse. No pencil to guide, no eraser to mend, Just thoughts that connect, that never quite end. My brain's internal clock, a steady, quiet pride, Keeping rhythm and reason, deep down inside. It tracks the passing days, the weeks, the months, the years, A constant, gentle hum, dispelling all fears. It knows when the seasons turn, when spring starts to bloom, And whispers of winter, escaping the gloom. A constant, nagging voice, through joy and through tears, A reminder of moments, both happy and sears. It echoes softly, "Remember this scene," "Recall this feeling, so vivid and keen." It whispers ...

 In Kumarakom’s tranquil fields I stand, Beneath the sun’s gentle, warming hand, Yet shadows linger in my mind, A restless heart I cannot unbind.   The lake’s smooth mirror, calm and bright, Reflects a sky of purest light, But depths conceal a silent fear, A whisper dark, too close, too near.   The hum of bees, the rustling leaves, A melody that softly weaves, Yet in their song, I find a trace Of change approaching-an unknown face.   My faith, fragile as fragile can be, A wounded bird, longing to see The world as safe, as true, as kind- But cracks and fissures I find behind.   Memories sting like icy rain, Trust betrayed, a lingering pain, Promises broken, silent pleas, Lost in shadows, on trembling knees.   Life’s dizzy spin, a hurried race, Leaves me grasping for a steady place, To catch my breath, to find my ground, When all around is shifting sound.   My gut, a sentinel, speaks with voice, Warning of danger, of choice-...

  I built the walls with promises I trusted, Each stone a whispered hope, a shared belief. I called my fear devotion, so adjusted My view to see a world without much grief. I called compliance care, a gentle hand, And thought if we just huddled, shoulder tight, We’d weather storms and always understand, That closeness would somehow make everything right. But I didn’t see the fractures forming there, The subtle shifts, the silent, growing cracks. I was too busy building, lost in air, To notice trust was bending, then it snaps. I said we like it meant a common fight, A unity of purpose, shining bright. Like saying it would make us brave and true, Like words alone could see our visions through. But some stood still, their faces etched with doubt, While I stepped bravely into raging fire. They called it strength to watch me figure out The paths alone, fulfilling my desire. Beneath the talks of unity and power, A different game was quietly at play. Lived quiet contests, like a hidden fl...